One Piece: Petrel

"Hey, is there still a heartbeat?"

"Yes...but it's already very weak."

"Damn it, I've been busy for so long, I still need an explanation no matter what."

In his shallow consciousness, Peteo vaguely heard the voices of several people talking. The voices were suddenly near and far away. He wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but his eyelids felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them at all.

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"Cough cough cough." Peteo felt someone pressing on her chest. She coughed out the last sip of seawater in her lungs and slowly opened her eyes.

"Wake up, wake up! General Zefa! She's awake!" A man in a white robe ran out the door.

Pateo slowly sat up while holding on to the wall, his stomach growling, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

After a while, the man in white robes came in with a man in navy clothes.

The man had simple short purple hair, sharp eyes, wheat-colored skin, and a burly figure, but his unsmiling look made it difficult to get close to him.

"Did you save me? Thank you..." Peteo looked at the bandages wrapped around his body, like a little mummy.

"Who are you? Why did you sink in the sea? Where is your family?" This navy man named Zefa seemed to be more interested in Peteo's origins.

"..." Peteo's eyes suddenly dimmed. The blazing fire, the screams of her family, her mother's departure...scenes of tragedy appeared in her mind.

"Can't you remember?" Seeing Peteo lowering her head and not speaking, Zefa thought she had lost her memory.

"No, I remember it all, it's too clear." Peteo raised his head and looked at Zefa seriously. "I am the original Celestial Dragon, Don Quixote Pateeo. I was almost killed by the villagers on the island and my body sank to the bottom of the sea."

"What! Celestial Dragon!"

"Why are the Tianlong people here!"

"Those bastards..."

The navy behind Zefa heard what Peteo said, took a few steps back, and began to whisper.

"...Original, Celestial Dragon?" Zefa did not show panic or disgust. Instead, he caught the key words in Peteo's words. "Speaking of Don Quixote, I have the impression that a few weeks ago, an idiot Draco took his family and left Mariejoia, preparing to become ordinary people, and his name seems to be, Don Quixote. Quixote Hominguo.”

"That's my father." Peteo smiled slightly.

"Well, I don't have much hope for you anyway. Just let me go on the next island." Peteo sighed. The title of Tianlongren was too dazzling.

"What does it mean to have no hope?" Zefa found Peteo a bit interesting. She was different from her peers and her words were too mature.

"I don't have the ability to foresee the future. If I keep the fact that I am a Celestial Dragon in my heart, will I get different results? If I pretend to have lost my memory, will I be able to win your sympathy? ?" Peteo smiled mockingly, looking at Zefa with still sharp eyes. "If I had the ability to predict the future, first of all I would stop my father's stupid move. Secondly, I would not tell you that I am a Celestial Dragon just now."

"You are different from your peers." The corners of Zefa's mouth turned up slightly. The girl in front of him was really interesting.

"It's different? Isn't what I said the truth? You just subconsciously think that people of my age should not say such things, but you did not consider external factors. I am a person who has experienced hell." Peteo said from his soul The hatred emanating from inside really scared Zefa.

"...Little guy, I don't know what you have been through, but justice will eventually defeat evil. Where is your family? I will do my best to help you." Zefa touched Peteo's head. When he was a child, his dream was to be a navy and a person with a sense of justice, but how could Zefa bear to ignore this twisted girl?

"If you want to help me, I will definitely not refuse, but my family is in a non-member country of the World Government. Can the Navy be so lenient?"

"Don't worry, I don't need to be a navy, just my personal identity." Zefa patted his chest, looking confident.

Peteo also smiled with him, not mockingly, but simply expressing his inner joy. Sometimes fools also have the charm of fools.